Black Forest, Dark Water Port
"No, no, no, we can't agree to those conditions. Iridium is a precious material from the Isle of Dawn. It's a strategic resource. Supplying 200 pounds per month is too much. We can't give that much."
At the table, Prince Mordena shook his head. There seemed to be no room for negotiations.
Molina was frustrated. She'd experienced the High Elf's toughness many times these past days. He would repeatedly calculate each condition of cooperation; nothing was smooth. She wouldn't waste time with these discussions that just went back and forth if he hadn't shown some sincerity.
After discussing with her subordinates, Molina said, "Your Highness, it's useless to keep trying each other. Just say what your bottom line is."
